When they return to Bright Moon after Adora destroys the sword, Bow insists on making Adora something to eat.
🚀 Going There
Multi-chapter retelling of all of Season 5 from Glimmer and Bow’s perspective.
💖 Getting Warmer
It's only a few hours before they'll be going to rescue Catra and a traumatized Glimmer is having nightmares of having to face Horde Prime again. When she wakes up screaming, the only person she wants to comfort her is still mad at her, their relationship damaged beyond repair.
Or is it?
👀 Your Eyes
Bow meets a child in a rebellion refugee camp with impossibly familiar eyes.
😈 Kyle, Lonnie and Rogelio Plot to Steal a Freaky Demon Baby
The Horde Trio decide to go back for Imp and they become a little family.
🦎 Good Trouble
Sea Hawk drops Double Trouble off after the events of Perils of Peekablue and the shapeshifter decides to start getting into a different kind of trouble.
Message in A Buoy (2452 words) by ImitationGame
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: ART | Perihelion & Murderbot, Dr. Mensah & Murderbot (Murderbot Diaries)
Characters: Dr. Mensah (Murderbot Diaries), ART | Perihelion, Pin-Lee (Murderbot Diaries), Indah (Murderbot Diaries), Dr. Gurathin (Murderbot Diaries)
Additional Tags: Book 5: Network Effect, Missing Scene, The message buoy ART sent
Summary:
From Network Effect:
“They couldn’t possibly have gotten here in this amount of time,” Arada said, after the ship’s ID had been confirmed and the exclamations and arm waving in the galley lounge were over. “Not unless they left only a few hours after we did.”
ART said, They may have. Before I was deleted, I prepared a message buoy, explaining what had happened and asking for assistance, and concealed its existence from targetControlSystem. I set it to jettison automatically when the wormhole drive engaged.
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Well, this is how the message was sent and received.
They had a lot to prep. El was off with that new girl… who was somehow her sister? Steve had learned to roll with the constant flood of new information.
Hopper and the other adults- oh shit is he one of the adults now? He didn’t feel like an adult. Life had been a whirlwind since he was seventeen and fell in love with a bookish girl that ended up changing everything.
Anyway- the adults had all kinds of shit to prep, but the kids? The party was anxiously pacing. There was some comforting hugs still being directed at Will after his emotional confession.
Steve had immediately pulled Robin away once everyone separated. He knew she was involved the minute he heard Tammy’s name. He also knew she could probably use a minute to fall apart and a hug of her own. All of that hit as close to home as he expected it would.
Vickie was close behind, offering Robin a comfort and security all her own. Steve was so happy for them. He gave Vick a pat on the shoulder. She beamed up at him in her typical sunshiny way. He was glad learning the truth hadn’t taken that from her. Robin was resilient like that too. They deserved each other.
Steve looked out at the group. Mike and Nancy were having a quiet conversation. He’d heard Mrs. Wheeler had taken out three demo dogs on her own. What else should he have expected from Nance’s mother?
Will and Jonathan were still talking. Joyce was hovering between them and Hopper, getting everything ready but still trying to win the most present mother award. Steve smiled.
He felt lighter having finally reached stable ground with Dustin again. It was like a piece of himself had been missing for too long. Dustin was fidgeting near the door. They still had a while before they could do anything really.
Steve glanced over and Lucas, Erica, and Max. It was amazing having her back. If Steve was being honest, he wasn’t the optimist that these kids were. He never really thought they’d get her back after all this time. He has never been so happy to be proven wrong.
He realized something, seeing the families gravitating towards one another. Steve quickly crossed the room.
“Mrs. Byers?” He tried to get her attention. They hadn’t ever really talked much.
She looked at him in surprise, but quickly that gentle expression came over her. She stepped closer, speaking softly to him. “Did you need something? Are you okay?”
Such a mom, Steve thought fondly.
“I was actually wondering if we had time for me to take some of the kids to see their parents before we head out. Just a quick trip out for anyone that wants to. I just figured seeing you guys that some of the other kids might want a chance to say-” he stopped himself, mouth going dry.
Joyce nodded, giving him a knowing look. “I understand. Yes, absolutely. We still have a lot to do. You’ve got an hour at least.” She smiled. “You’re a good kid, Steve.”
The words hit him in the chest, but he smiled through it.
Steve offered a ride to everyone, just in case they needed to see someone before they went into this mess. Lucas, Erica, and Dustin quickly agreed. Mike and Nancy were adamant they’d see their parents when they had Holly back. Max thought it would be too much to explain to her mother that she was awake and immediately has to leave. Robin hesitantly agreed, but Vickie politely declined. She wasn’t sure she’d have to courage to come with them if she went home now.
Steve piled everyone in the van, silently mourning the Beamer again for a moment. He made sure everyone in the back was secure, Robin beside him in the passenger seat, and they were off.
Dustin house was closest. He went inside while the others waited in the van. Steve watched the door.
Around ten minutes later, Dustin came outside, wiping his eyes as he climbed into the van.
Steve turned back. “You okay?”
Dustin caught his eye, nodding. “Yeah. I’m good. Thank you for this. Another good idea.” He smiled, eyes still a little wet.
At the Sinclair’s, Lucas told Erica not to do anything to make them worry, to which Erica informed him that she wasn’t a dumbass. They were inside for around fifteen minutes. Lucas left standing a little taller. Erica stopped him just outside the house, talking to him on the porch. Steve tried not to watch. It felt private. He did catch the hug they shared before crossing the lawn and getting back in the van.
Finally, he made the familiar drive to Robin’s house. She took a deep breath before shooting him a look.
“She tries. You love her cause she tries,” he echoed back the words she’d said to him before after a long vent session about her mother.
Robin smiled, climbing out of the van and heading inside.
Steve turned back to the kids. “Anywhere else we need to hit before we head back?”
They all shared a look, a silent conversation before shaking their heads.
“Nope, all good back here. Your house is the last stop,” Dustin called back.
Steve waved his hand dismissively. “No need. Rob’s is the last stop.”
There was a beat of silence.
“You don’t wanna see your parents before we go? This was your idea… we figured you’d wanna stop and see them too,” Dustin questioned.
“I was just thinking of you guys. My folks aren’t even home, so that’s not really an option,” Steve shrugged.
“Aren’t home? You haven’t been home since like two days ago. How would you know they’re not home?” Dustin’s brows pinched together.
“Oh, they were on a trip went the comandos came in and quarantined the town.” Steve glanced back at Robin’s house.
“What? Wait- you’ve just been living alone?” Lucas interjected.
“That’s nuts. Did you know that?” Erica turned to Dustin, who was staring at Steve like a deer in headlights.
“Steve… what the hell?” Dustin breathed.
Steve frowned. “What? I’m not a kid. It’s not a big deal. They were pretty pissed about the house for a while, but they mostly stay at their Chicago place anyway.”
“You’ve just been, what- alone?” Dustin sputtered.
Steve shrugged, suddenly feeling the weight of all their attention. “I mean… yeah?”
Dustin deflated. “Steve, why didn’t you say anything?”
“It didn’t seem worth mentioning. They’re always traveling. I’m pretty used to living on my own. Also- again, I’m 21.”
“Doesn’t mean shit. We’ve all seen enough to know it’s dangerous to be alone,” Erica spoke up.
“Yeah man. Sorry I never even thought to ask,” Lucas added.
Steve shook his head. “No need for apologies. Really. I’m all good. Plus, I’m basically always at the radio with Rob.”
“No, I’m really sorry, Steve. We should be looking out for each other,” Dustin’s tone was firm.
Steve opened his mouth, then closed it again. He nodded.
Robin came back soon after. She climbed into the passenger seat with a huff. “Well, I’ll have you know- my hair is doing that weird thing again, and I could stand to wear a bit more makeup because I’m getting too pale,” she informed him in that mocking tone she used to imitate her mother.
Steve grinned, giving Robin’s hand a squeeze.
She smiled. “But I’m still glad we did this. Thank you.”
Steve drove them back to the station. He sat in the van for a moment after everyone climbed out to rejoin the group.
However this all ended, Steve wasn’t worried about losing time with his family. They were all right here with him.
Notes: apparently I’m writing fic now. This one’s a missing scene oneshot taking place just before the Tokyo party when Finn gets flown to Japan. It happens a couple days after my other missing scene fic, A Cold Morning.
TW: heavy themes of death
***
A Volkswagen Karmann Ghia has no radiator.
That’s because it’s air cooled.
He could remember that. There must have been some space in his tired mind to remember that. He repeated it in his head on the drive to the runway. It was a miserable night out. The rain just kept coming in sheets. If it was any other jet, Finn wouldn’t be sure he could fly in that weather, but it was Siddeley. He could fly in anything.
Siddeley wasn’t waiting long before he saw headlights approaching out of the rain. He lowered the cargo ramp for them—him. Sid searched for the second pair of headlights, but they never came. His orders were to pick up Finn McMissile, but Leland was always with him; it didn’t even need to be said. If he was picking up one of them, it meant he was picking up both of them. And they were working that mission together.
Finn came closer and Sid saw his expression.
“Hello, Siddeley.” It was the quietest greeting he’d ever gotten from Finn.
Sid didn’t want to fear the worst, but the look in Finn’s eyes plus the sound of his voice confirmed it. Still, even after Finn drove up the ramp, he hesitated to close it, waiting a bit longer. But it was futile. He let his eyes close for a moment as it sank in. Then he had to carry on.
“Rotten night out, isn’t it?” Siddeley tried as he closed the ramp and started his thrusters. He didn’t get a response. “No worries, I’ll get us there,” he added. What more could he say? He could practically feel the grief radiating off of Finn in his hull.
“I have no doubt that you will.” Finn’s response came late. He knew he came late, but it took that long to drag a functional sentence out of him. Still, he recognised what Siddeley meant it by. It was a veiled acknowledgment of the shadow that hung over Finn.
“Pour me a scotch, would you, Sid?” Finn had been cooped up in that shabby Alaskan motel for too many days. He could use some hard liquor in his tank. “Neat,” he added.
A mechanical arm folded out from the liquor cabinet and poured the drink. Finn downed it a little too quickly.
“Pour me another, would you?”
He could feel Sid hesitant, but he obliged nonetheless and Finn downed it just as fast.
“I’m beat. Wake me when we arrive.” Finn sank into the padded seat. The alcohol took the edge off of everything and he thought he’d actually get some good rest on the flight. Plus he wouldn’t have to speak.
“Sure thing, Finn,” came Siddeley’s reply.
Finn didn’t have any trouble dozing off, but he didn’t stay asleep long. He was in and out of sleep for a few more minutes, then he couldn’t get any more rest.
“Pour me another scotch, Sid,” Finn said after a little while. He waited but the drink never came. He knew Siddeley heard him, and he felt his patience become paper thin. “Oh come on, Sid, you know damn well why! Just pour me another bloody drink!”
Siddeley paused before saying anything.
“No, Finn. I didn’t know.” His voice was so solemn it made Finn instantly regret his outburst.
“Oh golly, Sid, I thought someone would’ve told you.” Finn felt his anger sink back down into the grief it came from. No one had told him what had happened. “I’m sorry, Sid. I’m sorry. I thought you knew.”
Siddeley weighed what he could ask. “Were you with him?” he asked hesitantly.
“I can't talk about it,” Finn said right away. “I can't think about it,” he added later. “I’ve got to get through this bloody mission, but I can’t think.” He stopped before he let too much come out. The alcohol was already getting him to let out more than he would’ve, but it was also helping him forget. “Just one more drink, Sid. Please?”
He felt the jet cave in and the mechanical arm poured another though didn’t fill it up as much as the last.
“Finn.”
Finn stopped and listened.
“Promise me something. Promise me you’ll be careful?” Siddeley asked. “He would've wanted you to be careful.”
Those words echoed from a transmission that would forever be etched into Finn’s memory.
“I’ll drink to that.”
***
Notes: I like to think Siddeley could be a sort of confidant for Finn. Or at least someone he trusts enough to be a little more open around. They seemed to have a good relationship in the movie and I think they would’ve talked about Leland at some point.
Also, is it just me or could Finn be maybe a little bit drunk at the Tokyo party? He shows up, suave as fuck but not a plan in sight. He immediately bails on meeting the American agent and sends this random diagnostics agent out on a whim instead. And I get he didn’t want to blow their cover but he could have called for backup. He could’ve some SOMETHING.
I know he wasn’t all there because of losing Leland so recently but my god finn.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2003)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Donatello & Leonardo & Michelangelo & Raphael (TMNT), Leonardo & Splinter (TMNT), Leonardo & April O'Neil (TMNT)
Characters: Leonardo (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT), Raphael (TMNT), Splinter (TMNT), April O'Neil (TMNT), Casey Jones (TMNT)
Additional Tags: Episode s02e10 the ultimate ninja (TMNT 2003), Missing Scene, Flashbacks, Canon-Typical Violence, Panic Attacks, Mentions of Drowning, Mentioned Oroku Saki | Shredder, Mentioned The Ultimate Ninja| Ue - Sama, Mentioned The Foot clan, Turtle Pile (TMNT), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Leonardo-centric (TMNT), References to several episodes in Season 1, References to several episodes in Seasons 1 and 2, falling, Exhaustion, Injury, Leonardo Has PTSD (TMNT), Only this is well before Season 4
Series: Part 8 of TMNT Hurt/Comfort Bingo
Summary:
After a fierce battle for his life, and the lives of his family, against a new opponent calling himself "The Ultimate Ninja", Leo has more than earned a rest.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Deltarune (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sans & Toriel (Undertale)
Characters: Toriel (Deltarune), Sans (Deltarune)
Additional Tags: Missing Scene
Summary: After all the happenings of "Celebration Day" Hyde and Kitty take a few minutes to talk, venting about some of the recent events in both of their lives and lending their listening ears to each other. Rated T for use of smoking and a few porky mouth words
Pairings: Kitty and Hyde (family/friendship) Jackie/Hyde, Red/Kitty mentions of other characters as well.
Rating: T
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57127954
Author’s Note: Felt like I hadn't post much canon T7S fics lately so I turned to this Goldie oldie to share with you all. Wrote it back in the day, it's not like my usual stuff. Possibly one of my more darker, more somber fics but there's still at the core some love and family. Hope you'll check it out and don't forget to leave a comment or kudo. 💛
A quick angsty drabble concerning Crosshair's reaction to event in The Return.
Spoilers for Bad Batch Season 3, Episode 5 (and prior).
No warnings except huge amounts of angst (and very little comfort).
“Crosshair?”
The sniper let out a deep sigh as he closed his eyes, fighting against the emotions swelling inside him.
Kneeling in front of the crate which now displayed Mayday’s battered helmet, along with those of Hex, Veetch and the other troopers the Commander had served with, he felt Batcher’s wet nose as she nuzzled his hand where it rested on his thigh, nudging him in a comforting manner.
“Omega,” he responded eventually. His voice was wavering, too quiet, tone too tight.
The young girl silently stepped towards him, dropping to her knees next to him, mirroring his position as he looked back up at the helmets, focusing on Mayday’s.
He’d wanted to tell them, he really had. Even seeing the outpost again had the words clawing up his throat, desperate to be heard. He wanted to tell them about Mayday, about how he’d saved his life, about how hard he’d fought, about how the Empire had betrayed them both.
But Hunter already thought he was dangerous. And dangerous was better than weak.
Would he even believe that he, Crosshair, had befriended a reg? That he’d fought for hours in the bitter cold, through snow and hail and biting winds to bring them back, to try and save his life?
Of course he wouldn’t. He still saw him as nothing more than a murderer. A traitor. The reason Tech was dead.
He didn’t say it, but the glare that narrowed his gaze, the way it flicked pointedly to Crosshair whenever their fallen brother was mentioned, was evidence enough.
“Who were they?”
Omega’s soft question broke him out of his downward spiral, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard, fighting the lump forming there.
“The solders who manned this outpost,” he forced out quickly, fighting the tears welling in his eyes with every fibre of his being, “they were killed.”
“Oh.”
Omega’s response surprised him a little. He’d expected more questions, pointed ones. Ones like ‘did you kill them?’ Instead, she remained silent, turning her gaze to the helmets, taking in the details of them.
Guilt and grief scrabbled inside his chest as he waited for another question, another accusation, anything, getting nothing in return. Instead, Omega simply bowed her head, closing her eyes as she adopted the same pose he had been in when she found him, a simple gesture of respects being paid.
The sight broke Crosshair, a single tear slipping down his cheek as he swallowed again, his hands tightening into fists.
“Mayday,” he croaked, drawing Omega from her reverie, “the one at the front. His name, it was Mayday.”
She simply nodded to indicate she’d heard him, waiting for him to continue.
“We were sent to retrieve supplies,” he murmured, unsure where this urge to tell her was coming from. Unable to stop, he simply let it all flow, the hurt becoming more and more raw as he spoke, “under a Lieutenant called Nolan. The locals attacked, and his other men were killed. We were sent on a suicide mission to get some stolen crates back.”
Memories flitted through his head, as vivid as the day they were made. He could still feel the cold through his armour, hear the ‘click’ of the mine he’d stepped on in the cavernous tunnels below the mountain, smell the old leather of the extra layers Mayday wore.
“We tracked them, got the supplies, but… there was an avalanche. We were caught in it. He… saved my life.”
Admitting it was like dunking his head under ice cold water, more tears following the track made by the first, welling under his chin and splashing onto his gloved hand below.
He remembered the roar of the wall of snow, the pressure, Mayday’s shouted warning and the shove of his shoulder, moving him out of the path of the mass.
“He wanted me to leave him, but I… couldn’t. We walked for two rotations, through the snow. Finally made it… back here. He was almost dead. Nolan refused to help him. So I shot him.”
It was all he could bear to tell her. Nothing could possibly soothe the memories of having Mayday huddled against him for warmth, of the way Nolan sneered down at him as he was dying, the way he spoke of them like they were nothing more than droids. It made his stomach twist awfully, nausea overwhelming him.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take another moment in that room, surrounded by the memories of the last true friend he ever made, he felt arms wrap around his shoulders, his breath hitching.
“I’m so sorry, Crosshair.”
The dam inside him broke, a choked sob escaping him as Omega pulled him into her lap, cradling his head and stroking his shoulder.
It wasn’t fair. None of it was.
Mayday’s words rang in his head over and over.
“We were good soldiers. We followed orders, and for what?”
For what, indeed. Crosshair knew, outside this room, there were three of his brothers who didn’t trust him because of what he’d done for the Empire, another lost forever because of his belated realisation that Hunter had been right all along.
“All you’ll ever be to them is just another number.”
Omega held him tighter as he gasped for breath, every regret he’d ever had spilling onto the floor of the cold storage room, beneath the gaze of Mayday’s helmet.
“I’m sorry,” he gasped out, to no-one in particular. He knew Mayday was long gone, there was no way he would hear it, but he felt it in his gut, that he could have done more, than he should have realised sooner, “I’m sorry.”
Omega shushed him and continued to rock him gently, glancing up when she saw a flash of movement by the door. Shaking her head, she returned her attention to Crosshair as Hunter slipped from the doorway, his own expression twisted with regret.
“It’s going to be okay, Crosshair,” she reassured him as Batcher shuffled towards them, wrapping her large, warm body around Crosshair’s trembling form, whimpering in concern, “I promise you. We’ll avenge him. We’ll avenge all of them.”
